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Question 1
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 2
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 3
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 4
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 5
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 6
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 7
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 8
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 9
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 10
Direction: In the following passage, there are blanks each of which has been numbered. These numbers correspond to the question numbers; against each question, five words have been suggested, one of which fills the blanks appropriately.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Even as world leaders and experts meet in Paris to work on a global climate deal to (1) greenhouse gas emissions, cities such as Delhi and Beijing are being (2) by increasing levels of smog. The deadly combination of air pollutants and fog has already forced Beijing to issue an orange alert – its second-highest response to smog – (3) people to stay indoors and (4) down hundreds of factories and construction sites. Meanwhile, Delhi’s air quality this season isn’t much better. City doctors have (5)that unless urgent steps are taken, Delhi could (6) its own version of London’s Great Smog that claimed an estimated 4,000 lives in 1952. But despite levels of PM 2.5 – tiny particulate matter that get (7) deep inside one’s lungs – falling in the poor to very poor category in Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata, authorities here appear to be at a loss for solutions. Plus, steps taken by government such as the establishment of the national air quality index will have little (8) without a Beijing-like alert system. People need to be (9) on how to protect themselves on smog-heavy days. Given that children are highly susceptible to pulmonary ailments, schools too must remain shut when air quality drops (10) a certain point.
Find out the appropriate word in each case.
Question 11
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
Source: https://www.goodreads.com
Why was Monday always difficult for Swami?
I. He hated to get up early in the morning and attend school.
II. He had a lot of homework at school which he never did before.
III. He found it difficult to get into the discipline after the two days’ freedom
IV. He always had to sit for long hours of studies before attending school and had to listen to long lectures from his father.
I. He hated to get up early in the morning and attend school.
II. He had a lot of homework at school which he never did before.
III. He found it difficult to get into the discipline after the two days’ freedom
IV. He always had to sit for long hours of studies before attending school and had to listen to long lectures from his father.
Question 12
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following can be inferred from the passage?
I. Swami had to get his work checked by his father every Monday morning
II. Swami had not done his homework and was in a hurry to do it because he was scared of his class teacher
III. Swami was slow in his work and shirked work especially on Monday
IV. Monday was the time his father used to examine his progress in studies
V. Swami did not stay at home on Saturday and Sunday and enjoyed outside
I. Swami had to get his work checked by his father every Monday morning
II. Swami had not done his homework and was in a hurry to do it because he was scared of his class teacher
III. Swami was slow in his work and shirked work especially on Monday
IV. Monday was the time his father used to examine his progress in studies
V. Swami did not stay at home on Saturday and Sunday and enjoyed outside
Question 13
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following can be inferred about Swami’s connection with his school?
Question 14
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following can be inferred about Swami’s behavior in his classroom?
I. He was petrified of his teacher and did not speak a word in his presence
II. Swami was least interested in what was taught in the classroom and was distracted
III. Swami found it difficult to understand what was taught by the teacher in English
IV. Swami was a creative boy and always began to imagine things often leading to punishments from the teacher
I. He was petrified of his teacher and did not speak a word in his presence
II. Swami was least interested in what was taught in the classroom and was distracted
III. Swami found it difficult to understand what was taught by the teacher in English
IV. Swami was a creative boy and always began to imagine things often leading to punishments from the teacher
Question 15
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following could have been the reason for the history teacher’s popularity among the students?
Question 16
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following correctly describes D.Pillai as a teacher?
Question 17
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following could be the reason that the Scripture teacher was considered to be a problem?
Question 18
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following is the MOST SIMILAR in meaning to the word ‘reverie’?
Question 19
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following is the MOST SIMILAR in meaning to the word ‘droned’?
Question 20
Direction: Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow. Certain words are printed in bold to help you locate them while answering some of these.
It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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It was Monday morning. Swaminathan was reluctant to open his eyes. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline. He shuddered at the very thought of school: that dismal yellow building; the fire-eyed Vedanayagam, his class teacher; and the Head Master with his thin long cane. By eight he was at his desk in his 'room', which was only a corner in his father's dressing-room. He had a table on which all his things, his coat, cap, slate, ink-bottle, and books, were thrown in a confused heap. He sat on his stool and shut his eyes to recollect what work he had for the day: first of course there was Arithmetic—those five puzzles in Profit and Loss; then there was English—he had to copy down a page from his Eighth Lesson, and write dictionary meanings of difficult words; and then there was Geography. And only two hours before him to do all this heap of work and get ready for the school! Fire-eyed Vedanayagam was presiding over the class with his back to the long window. To Swaminathan existence in the classroom was possible only because he could watch the toddlers of the Infant Standards falling over one another, and through the windows on the left see the 12.30 mail gliding over the embankment, booming and rattling while passing over the Sarayu Bridge. The first hour passed of quietly. The second they had Arithmetic. Vedanayagam went out and returned in a few minutes in the role of an Arithmetic teacher. He droned on monotonously. Swaminathan was terribly bored. His teacher's voice was beginning to get on his nerves. He felt sleepy. The teacher called for home exercises. Swaminathan left his seat, jumped on the platform, and placed his note-book on the table. While the teacher was scrutinizing the sums, Swaminathan was gazing on his face, which seemed so tame at close quarters. His criticism of the teacher's face was that his eyes were too near each other, that there was more hair on his chin than one saw from the bench, and that he was very very bad-looking. His reverie was disturbed. He felt a terrible pain in the soft flesh above his left elbow. The teacher was pinching him with one hand, and with the other, crossing out all the sums. He wrote 'Very Bad' at the bottom of the page, flung the note-book in Swaminathan's face, and drove him back to his seat. Next period they had History. The boys looked forward to it eagerly. It was taken by D. Pillai, who had earned a name in the school for kindness and good humour. He was reputed to have never frowned or sworn at the boys at any time. His method of teaching History conformed to no canon of education. He told the boys with a wealth of detail the private histories of Vasco da Gama, Clive, Hastings, and others. When he described the various fights in History, one heard the clash of arms and the groans of the slain. The Scripture period was the last in the morning. The only trouble was that the Scripture master, Mr Ebenezar, was a fanatic. 'Oh, wretched idiots!' the teacher said, clenching his fists, Why do you worship dirty, lifeless, wooden idols and stone images? Can they talk? No. Can they see? No. Can they bless you? ‘He then turned to Christianity. 'Now see our Lord Jesus. He could cure the sick, relieve the poor, and take us to Heaven. He was a real God. Trust him and he will take you to Heaven; the kingdom of Heaven is within us.'
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Which of the following is the MOST OPPOSITE in meaning to the word ‘dismal’?
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